Words: James Watkins
 

You could look far and wide, for the rest of your life, along every coast of our fair, water-covered planet to find a photographer with a more satisfying visual (and almost spiritual) relationship with the ocean than Alex Marks. A photographic stalwart along Sydney's surf coast, Alex has an innate understanding of waves, their movement and their relationship to light. Armed with an exquisite sense of timing and the patience to capture them from every conceivable angle, his body of work speaks volumes about both his technical skills as a photographer and his sense of aesthetics as an artist.

Tirelessly documenting everything with photographs, video and words since he was four years old, Alex's refined talents have seen him travelling and shooting all over the world. Searching out all things photogenic through Hawaii, Canada, France, Spain, Italy, Fiji, Indonesia and the United States, his tireless work ethic has resulted in a prolific portfolio of surf-related imagery.

Utilising all 360 degrees of the colour wheel, here we feature a collection of his fine art imagery. The fact that this collection doesn't include any images of his extensive and impressive portfolio of surfing, is testament to the broad spectrum of Alex's talents and the vast amount of quality content he has generated.

His images serve ultimately as a reminder for us to spend more time with the ocean. To swim in it, live near it, fish on it, dive in it, to listen to it and let it heal, provide and inspire.

www.bluesnapper.com.au

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
by James Watkins
 
 
 
People walk past
eyes glance
but they don’t
know how to see him
No one stops to say hello.
 
 
 

He moves so slowly
watching the world go by
in fast forward.
cleaning his teeth
with a serviette
staring at the ground
he leans back
looking around
holding his hat
drinking
wincing
touching his face
as if to check it's still there
staring at the ground profound
staring into space
scratching his face
did he just look at me?
drinking
sinking
holding his hat
staring at the ground.

 
 
 
 
 
 

Jim Beam and Cola
for breakfast.

He has headphones on
I wonder what
he's listening to.

Something instrumental,
something relaxing, beautiful.

Preparing his mix
he breaks up his dope
into a bowl.

He doesn't care who sees

There is no law
against being lonely
in your own world.

A man walks past
holding a bright yellow bag
with a new Monopoly set inside,
full of fake money.
I'm sure that's somehow
ironic.

 
 
 

He looks around
he stares at the floor
he drinks
he stares at the floor
some more,
adjusts his hat
he drinks
winces
adjusts his hat
touches his face
then starts to carve something
with a pair of scissors.

 
 
 
 

Everything he does is in
s l o w m o t i o n
as if the air is thick
like treacle.

His mix is finished,
ready to smoke
he reaches for his bong
slowly.

The lighter sparks
a flame
he hits his bong
white clouds rise
as a lady in a pink t-shirt
walks through his smoke
with her groceries.

 
 
 

Now he's drunk
and stoned
on the street
at 10am on a Tuesday
with all his possessions around him.

I wonder what he's thinking about.
I wonder what his name is.
I'm still wondering
what he's listening to.

 
 
 
 
 

He stares at the ground
hits his bong again
coughs
slowly drinks his Jim Beam and Cola
winces
stares at the ground
looks around
adjusts his hat
and touches his face
as if to check
he's still there.

jw.

 
 
 

 

 
 

The devastation, destruction and damage caused by a natural disaster with the almost unfathomable power as that of the earthquake that recently struck Christchurch, is difficult to comprehend and portray through images and video. Through these powerful images, we are trying to do our part to give this tragedy the exposure it deserves and needs to the the world if Christchurch is to get back on it's feet, to a point where it can function as a city again. Obviously money does nothing to aid the sense of deep sadness from the death of a loved one, but it does help with the big picture and taking care of the countless injured, displaced and disadvantaged survivors of this tragic event. So please, instead of buying a beer after work, chuck some money in the kitty here: www.redcross.org.nz/donate or donate money and still buy a beer after work whilst taking the time to reflect on their loss and all the things we have that we take for granted on a daily basis.

For images see the NZ Heralds excellent coverage:

Both images: christchurch-earthquake-photos

and video: christchurch-earthquake-videos

 
Photo/NZPA/David Wethey
 
Photo/NZPA/Bradley Ambrose
 
Photo/NZPA/David Wethey
 
Photo/NZPA/Bradley Ambrose
 
Photo/AP
 
Photo/Getty Images
 
Photo/NZPA/Dianne Manson
 
Photo/NZPA/Dianne Manson
 
Photo/NZPA/David Wethey
 
Photo/Getty Images
 
Photo/NZPA/Pam Johnson
 
Photo/NZPA/Bradley Ambrose
 
Photo/NZPA/David Wethey
 
Photo/NZPA/David Wethey
 
Photo/NZPA/Dianne Manson
 
Photo/NZPA/Pam Johnson
 
Photo/NZPA/David Wethey
 
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words by James Watkins
 
Konstantin Sergeyev is an Ukranian born photographer, now living and actively shooting in his new home - Brooklyn, New York.

After featuring his C-Squat images in recent issues, we decided to give him a slot where he could showcase a broader selection of his portfolio.

His work allows the viewer a vicarious insight into the often romanticized world of sex, drugs and rock n roll. Like most photographers work, his images are a reflection of his lifestyle and the places he chooses to be. Touring with bands, hanging out in squats and shooting all the colourful characters that populate these scenes, he captures both sides of the story: the anarchy, energy and liberation of live music, aswell as the quiet, reflective and less glamourous moments offstage.

www.konstphoto.com
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Flashmobs, Bert and Ernie and a guy with arguably the best taste in clothing since MC Hammer are just some of the nuggets of photographic gold trickling steadily down the creek from Nat Ma's camera towards your expectant goldpan eyes.

A Melbournian ex-pat now based in NYC, Nat Ma is a regular contributor to T-Squats photography pages, and this issue sees another consistently strong collection of images.

www.goodbyemelbournehellonewyork.com

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Words by James Watkins
 

Only having to share the waves with the friends you choose to surf with is a luxury not afforded to all surfers on their home breaks in the middle of summer. Luckily for the wave riding enthusiasts who live on this island paradise in New Zealand, this is the situation they enjoy and have become comfortably accustomed to.

Here Mark Russell captures the sense of freedom, rugged beauty and untamed nature of nature, at what is colloquially referred to as 'the bar' and regarded as the best surf spot on the island.

Stylistically left of centre to what we have been conditioned to think of as good surf imagery, Mark's use of black and white, coupled with a wide lens, capture the moments with a cinematic, dramatic feel. Giving the images room to breathe, he allows the almost narrative-like relationship between the environment and the surfers come to the fore.

www.rarkmussell.blogspot.com

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A series of architectural, golden-hour photographic meditations.

andyconlan.com
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     
Melbourne, a city that never likes to be outshone (unless when it comes to yearly sunshine hours), must have felt a bit jealous as the nation's spotlight landed on Brisbane during their recent (and much more serious floods) a few weeks ago and thought it'd give its own flood a nudge.

Kris Corvino was our token photographer out in the field as a week's worth of bizarre weather culminated in a downpour with enough ferocity to cover vast areas of Melbourne with moderately serious flooding. People were literally surfing down the main street of St Kilda, houses were flooded, shoes were lost, cars, trams and trains were stopped as the rain took no prisoners during a ruthless downpour that only lasted an hour or so, but brutally exposed Melbourne's below-par drainage infrastructure.
 
 

 

 
 

 
 
 
 
Whilst Kris was out being a conscientious photographer, Conrad and I (both photographers) were out (camera-less, apart from an iphone) wearing oversized bright orange rubbish bags, getting irie, splashing through torrents and gatecrashing invite-only gallery openings with our avant garde outfits.
 
 
Someone asked if "we were part of the exhibition" we told them we were a walking modern art installation.